My heart beats for you,
Drips blood for you,
I used to cry over you…
Who am I kidding? I still do.
I hate how angry you make me,
I hate how sad you make me.
Why can I not...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...